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Angles

He who sits by the sea side
Watches others, but sees nothing
Of those who actually swim
In the sea

He who sits by the sea’s side
 judges others who actually swim;
In the sea

He who sits by the sea’s side
 casts a net over those who swim

We are tangled in this net.
He threw over us

Who are you anyway?
Are you Poseidon, or Thor
Where is your throne?

He who sits by the sea’s side
Set us free, Set us free

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